Puebla

This Happened to Me The First Time in My Travels - Los Angeles Travel Photographer

It took some investigating at the bus station to make sure we got on the right bus.  After all, the bus ride that goes into the mountainous area takes four hours and we'd prefer getting off at the planned location when it made the final stop. :-)

At a place where we don't speak Spanish and they don't speak (much, if at all) English, it's back to sign language and basic expressions.  People were really nice and tried to help.  At times, we thought they were going to the same place as we were and tried to have us follow suit.  But there was no way to be sure, until we met a duo of sister and brother.  The sister took a look at our tickets and made a clear enough gesture to let us know we can follow them.  

They carried school backpacks and looked like they were going home for the weekend.  Turned out, their seats were right in front of us, which allowed the younger brother to peek back in between the seats from time to time.  Yes, we look very different from what they have seen in their young lives. :-)  

The way we plan our travels made sure all trips provide visual feasts.  However, a weekend spent in this remote town did something I did not realize until the day we left.  When the bus destined for city took off, I felt something wet rolling down my cheeks.  This had never happened before in my travels.  I only had it happen again when leaving a small town on top of a mountain in the Umbria area of Italy recently. 

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Look What You've Done in Cuetzalan, Mexico - Los Angeles Travel Photographer

From time to time, I feel that some images are calling me, like this one of the tea ceremony that I made in Japan.  So I had to stop the stream of the work that I had been doing and processed it for you.

Lately, it's Cuetzalan,
 a small town high up in the hills of the north of the state of Puebla in Mexico.  It's truly a place where the past lives on and the best time to appreciate it is its Weekend markets where indigenous people (Nahuatl) from surrounding villages gather in the small town center, selling goods that they carried on their back here. 

I was in photography/culture heaven and having a blast maneuvering the narrow lanes and steep steps, so much so that I did not notice the "stink eyes", twice, until later.  Hahaha!

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